Chapter 154 How dare you

"They have nothing to do yet, but they can't help you. After all, there are too many of them, so we plan to deal with them slowly after getting rid of you."

Lann's face became colder: "What did you do?"

Reines sneered, his voice hoarse and heavy tear, and just listening makes people feel physically uncomfortable.

"I am a big man, Count Lannister of Sintra. I am fully aware of this, so in order to deal with you, I also have to find other big man, otherwise I will not have the courage to appear in front of you."

Reines smiled badly, and the ugly scars on her face twisted as if she was about to squeeze out her facial features:

"Oh my god, I want the living earl. The poet doesn't care."

Dandrien's face turned pale.

More than a dozen killers and mercenaries looked at each other and slowly approached Lann.

Lane pulled out the Lake Girl Sword, retreated back to the corner, and asked Dandrien, "Can you take good care of yourself?"

The poet stammered: "You... do you think they will like my songs? You seem to have said before that you can kill several warlocks in one go, but now you can't deal with them?"

Lann grinned: "It's hard for me to guarantee that I won't hurt you while hacking them. So that's my second question to you: Can you swim?"

Dandrien was stunned for a moment, a bad premonition surged in his heart, but there was also an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Hey hey hey... Mr. Lannister, no, Lann, listen to me..."

Lann suddenly turned around, and a magic-filled [Alder Seal] with his left hand burst out a big hole in the wooden wall behind him, causing the poor house to moan dangerously.

Then he grabbed Dandrien's collar with his right hand, and exerted force suddenly. The poet immediately felt a fog flying in his body, and his whole body flew up.

In the air, Dandelion looked up at the crescent moon covered by dark clouds in the air with melancholy. Apart from that, no star was seen in the sky, black paint, just like his heart.

"You and Geralt are indeed the same~~"

The poet's scream came to an abrupt end with the sound of falling into the water.

Lane moved her neck and moved her left hand again. [Qunen's Seal] upper body. He grinned, as if a hungry lion had his teeth:

"I want to save some magic, because it will be of great use later. So for you a while, the scene may be more bloody."

Reines didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this time, and he also grinned: "I agree."

The battle was not about swords, because the witch hunter badge on Lane's chest suddenly began to tremble violently, which means someone was sneak attacking with magic.

He jumped away from the spot with a long rune sword and blocked it away with a powerful magical energy that could be impressed.

Reines raised his arm and wanted to do something else, but he was obviously not very good at cooperating with the outlaws who were temporarily hired. At this moment, the dozen people rushed forward and did not give the warlock any more room to play. He could only curse and retreat.

It was obvious that there were several different small gangs attacking Lann, which made them have a tacit but unfamiliar rhythm of contradictory attack.

However, they quickly sorted out the order and gave up the four fastest runners. Their cooperation was the most tacit, and they looked at their sword holding postures very professional.

The first villain swung his right hand with a fake move, but immediately dodged and avoided it, in order to give the person behind him a chance to stab a deceptive sword.

But Lane was so fast and powerful. He rushed towards the first villain who had dodged away without hesitation, and split his chest and abdomen in the other party's surprised eyes without his life.

Lanen was very angry and used a lot of force, almost cutting the other party in half.

Then he bent down with the force of the forward rushing, instead of rolling, he used the griffin steel sword that had not yet been unsheathed on his back to block the opponent's attack. Then he held the hilt in his left hand, drew the sword out of the sheath, held the sword in both hands to use a cross to cut the opponent's entire upper itself.

The runes on the Lake Girl Sword that tasted blood were brighter.

The Lake Girl Sword has the characteristic of increasing attack after killing the enemy, which is commonly known as "substant damage". Theoretically, after having it, Lane not only does not have to change to the silver sword in the future, but also does not need to use the steel sword again.

After all, his left hand was usually free to cast the magic seal, but at this moment he held the sword in both hands and felt that the battle was extremely happy.

Everything happened between lightning and flashing. The remaining two people in the four had not yet reacted to the death of their companions and were still attacking Lane from two different directions.

Lane turned sideways and turned into the gap between the two, holding two swords, and began to rotate.

【Rotation Sword Dance】!

Lanen felt that his sword had cut off someone's spine, and before the horrifying wail began, he cut open the other party's throat. He had not practiced left-hand sword technique much, but he used the [Rotation Sword Dance] with the blessing of the system without any sense of unfamiliarity.

Double the distance of the sword and double the damage, soon a bloody storm broke out in the wooden house, and the sword blade streaked through everything standing inside the house.

Can the thugs, rogues, and killers in these towns be compared with Nifgaard's soldiers? It's not too easy for Lane to kill them. It seems that the sword skills of the meat grinder are raging in a small room, and soon all the unrelated people were killed.

Until there were only two people, Lann and Reines.

The warlock had pale faces. He had heard rumors that the bodies of the Niphgads were everywhere, but he always thought that it was an inspiring spiritual comfort made up by the refugees.

The man in front of me can actually fight ten in an encounter! This is something that many warlocks who have just graduated from academy cannot do!

Reines kept retreating, and at the same time raised her arms to her body, a magic light surged from her fingers. She was muttering, but his speech was very slow, and obviously she was not very skilled in the spells he was about to use.

Seeing this, Lann rushed towards him without thinking, holding two swords, and immediately scared the warlock. He couldn't finish reciting the spell and ran away.

While he was running, he was still shouting puzzled words, but there was no trace of magic fluctuation on his body. Lann understood that it was not chanting magic spells, but calling for help. Or asking for help.

Help arrived. The two of them had already run out of the house and entered the street. The dazzling light illuminated the alley. A fiery red oval portal suddenly appeared on the dilapidated and dirty walls of a house.

Reines jumped towards the portal, but Lane was faster. He didn't have the crossbow empty-handed at this moment, and he threw out the griffin steel sword in his hand again like a flying axe.

"Wuwu" the sword rotated in the air like a windmill, accurately piercing the enemy's thigh and shooting him down from the jumping air. At the same time, the sword that blocked the demon gold during the forging process completely chaoticized the magic energy that was not much in Reines' body.

But the portal was still there, and it was obviously not Liens who opened the portal.

The escape route was close at hand, but if you could get out of here five or six steps further, Reines crawled in vain on the ground, dragging out a trace of blood.

His hard crawling stopped quickly because someone stepped on his hand.

Lann's calf sank, and the steel shin guard slowly crushed, and the creepy sound of bone cracks suddenly rang out.

Ignoring the heart-wrenching screams and the weak force that kept beating his calves, Lane gritted his teeth and looked around, and he saw his servants and soldiers.

House, Levine, Milva, and all the Sintra cavalry were in this alley at this moment, maintaining a stance of waiting, motionless, like a sculpture.

Their hair was wet with rain, and sweat and rain mixed together to flow through their eyes, but their eyelids were just slightly shaking.

The vision of the witch hunter allowed Lane to see things darkly. He clearly saw that the necks of the people closest to him were bulging, as if he was trying his best to move their bodies. And they seemed to be able to detect their movements, and their eyes were slightly turned towards them very neatly.

But the power that was enough to wield heavy swords in the past could not even allow them to adjust their sight.

They are still alive, but this state makes Lane strange.

Lane stomped his feet suddenly: "What did you do?"

Reines screamed proudly and laughed: "Pull out the sword, take your feet away, let me go, and I will tell you!"

Lane narrowed her eyes, her lion's eyes were full of anger.

He sneered, first he took out a [Demon-blocking Gold Bomb], pulled the latch and threw it into the portal. The green dust swelled up, turning the portal into sparks in Reines' desperate eyes.

Then he pinched his left hand and a white light shone.

Reines screamed in an unpleasant voice: "It's useless, I'm a warlock, and your magic-like seal is useless to me!"

Lane said word by word: "That, no, one, sure!"

He is not an ordinary witch hunter!

[Actic Seal] + [Character Technique] + Magic Infusion.

One hundred points, two hundred points, three hundred points, five hundred points.

The magic power slowly paid attention, but the warlock in front of him remained calm.

Six hundred points, seven hundred points, eight hundred points, one thousand points!

The warlock gradually showed a shock. He felt as if countless spirits turned into action and pressed against his forehead. He was drilling in with all his strength - and his brain was almost unable to hold it!

"What did you do? I can't! I'm a warlock!"

Lane said nothing and doubled the infused magic power: two thousand points!

The magic power in the body dropped to an unprecedented low, almost equal to the entire amount of magic power that was awakened by the ancient blood and bloodline, and was infused into the [Akshifa Seal], almost turning into a substantial ether element visible to the naked eye. The magic fluctuations symbolizing the spirit made Lann feel the stinging pain in his skin as the caster.
Chapter completed!